I feel like a beautiful rose bush
Weeping for her lost limbs
Deemed disposable
By alignment
Clipped with karmic shears
Pruned with energetic precision
Infant buds that struggled to mature
Nurturing them
Was killing me
But without them
I feel the cold breeze cut
And it leaves me
Questioning
Everything in my gut
They say better things will grow
In the absence of this
I'm doing my very best
To let it all go
And see what the universe brings
when it comes in spring
To collect the snow
But I miss him
And today i make space
To embrace that
The gemini moon
Mirrors my energy
What no longer serves
Is free to go
What stays is here
To build and grow
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